infinitus - the nowhere

This place is mental. I still can't get over Mum being here and being so young. And I don't get why us. I mean, obviously Mum and I have a connection, but why not Harry or Hermione or.. anyone else we know? It just doesn't make much sense.

It's all rubbish. I wish someone would tell us where we are or what we're doing here.

At least my broom came through. I'd go mad if I couldn't fly!

Okay, what the hell is this bullshit?

Note to whoever brought me here, you don't want to piss me off right now. Send me back, and I'll consider being nice.

Right. Not my room, not Gotham and not Blackgate...

So where the fuck am I and who do I have to beat until they send me back? Seriously, not amused, in the slightest. I had plans, people, big plans, mondo big plans that require me being back in Gotham and you lot toddling off to not be anywhere near me. The old man's going to be pissed...

[ The first thing which comes on to the screen is red; brilliant and flashing, liquid motion. A face replaces it a moment later, blurry and moving, features pretty but contorted into panic. Her voice is sharp, anger and fear cuddled with a sharp tinge of panic. ]

Arthur? Arthur? What is this thing? If you do not bring my child and husband back this very moment I will tear. This. Place. Apart.

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